I was born as a bull calf and I was very much loved by the peasant and his wife. They believed that I was wise, and that I understood everything they said to me. I was gentle and playful, and they grew so fond of me that they named me Peter Bull and sent me to the parish clerk to get an education. They hoped he would teach me to speak.
He didn’t. Instead, he extracted a great deal of money from my parents, and then he killed me for meat.
However, that wasn’t the end of Peter Bull.
Peter Bull in Peter Bull, Pink Fairy Book